User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3094815-20110817160216/@comment-25220117-20110827192215

''Once inside, Slank nodded to the searat at the small wooden table, Derklade ruler of the Rusted Claw. Derklade snorts'' "Wot naow, weasel?" Turning to the guards, he spits "Geddout"

The fox turns to Fizalra "No more drinkin', ferret? Odd fer th' likes o' yew"